A/N: Many people have taken on the 100 theme oneshot challenge, and I've decided to join them. So please enjoy my version of this, DP style! The full list of my version will be up on my profile page soon, with the links to both the stories and images that (might, I'm not sure yet) go with them.

I'm doing these whilst I'm between ideas for Fire and Ice, so it'll be pretty irregular, update-wise. Anyhoo, please rate if you like any of these!

86. Seeing Red

"Hey, Fenturd! What're you doing here alone? After school? Without your geeky friends?" I breathe a sigh through my nose and press on, deciding to ignore Dash as usual. And, as usual, the blond-haired quarterback decides to ignore my ignoring him. I make a face, remembering the reason I'm making my way across the Casper High grounds so late. Detention; again. For my periodic absences. Because it's not like I have a valid reason for each and every one of them. Well, there was that one time; but that's not so important now. What is important is trying to keep Dash from getting into one of those moods where he decides he needs some Wailing-on-Danny-Fenton therapy.
Unfortunately, I can tell that that is exactly the mood he's in right now. I can see it, as easily as I can sense ghosts. However, unlike ghosts, it's not so easy to escape the local bullies. I clench my hands and reply evenly, in a vain attempt to distract him. "Detention, Dash. You should know – we were in the same room after all; or did you not notice because you were too busy whining like a little kid about the unfairness of it all?" Okay, thatwas not meant to come out that way.
Dash levels up with me, standing in front and generally blocking my path with his large self, and gives me a half-incredulous, half-confused look. "You calling me blind, Fentonia?" He practically snarls.

I roll my eyes at him, starting to get a little annoyed. It had been a long day, a ghost-packed, school-work filled, detention-serving bitch of a day, and now Dash decides to step in to make it even more miserable? Do I never get a break around here. "Oh, wow, I'm a girl. That's new," I reply coolly, trying to keep my emotions in check. Wouldn't want to accidentally freeze the bully in an ice-block, would we, Danny? Although I had to admit it was a tempting thought.

Dash looks apoplectic at this statement. Obviously he wasn't used to me talking back, other than asking him in that same part-pathetic, part-depressing manner to stop hitting me. Why do I let him do that? I've fought ghosts at least twenty times Dash's size and strength, why should I let some kid make my life a misery?It was true. And all this time I'd let him; just sat back and let him torment me for years. Why?
As I'm mulling over this, Dash starts again, leaning forward to grab the front of my t-shirt, so close I can practically smell the Snickerdoodle cookies he'd been sneaking throughout detention until Lancer caught him in the act and decided to lengthen his sentence. "You askin' for me to wail on you?" He asks, "Because it sounds like that way to me." He casts a mock glance around us. "And, oh, look. No witnesses either. Shame." He smirks and tightens his grip on my shirt, obviously believing he's got the upper hand here.

"Yeah, shame," I repeat, grinning widely. "For you, that is." I don't know what's gotten into me, but it's telling me, screaming, no more. No more running, no more stupid Dash making your life a hell. Just one shot is all it'll take…I blink, trying to clear that little mad, black voice from my head and focus back on Dash, tensing slightly as I see his clenched fist draw back to hit me in the stomach. It never makes it, instead passing through my already intangible body. I see his eyes widen in shock and anger.

"What the hell?" I drop through his other hand and right myself on the floor. "You-you-I."

"What's the matter Dash? Scared of little Fentolina?" I smirk, knowing what I'm doing is wrong, but not caring. Not anymore. It just feels too good to pass up the opportunity to take out my frustrations on the one thing other than Plasmius and ghosts that makes me miserable. For the first time, Dash actually looks scared of me. Of course he is, he can see it, feel it, suspected it all along. They all did…

He glances left and right, eyes frantically searching for a way out. Unfortunately, he'd backed me into a corner of the school building, unseen from anywhere else. And now the tables have turned. Letting myself hover up slightly so we're at eye level, I grab Dash by the front of his Casper High jacket, slamming him against the wall, him letting out a sharp gasp of pain as I do so. Danny, what are you doing? You're gonna reveal your secret, to Dash of all people! Just back off now, and nobody'll be any the wiser. I quench the sound of reason, driving it to the back of my mind where it becomes to small to bother me. You've gone too far to stop it now… He'll tell someone, my secret'll be out anyway…So why not stop him from doing that permanently? I almost can't think straight, the black voice is drowning out all other thought. I don't stop it, don't even attempt to. I want to listen, to do what it tells me. Danny, think about this! What are you doing? You need to stop this before it goes too far… Still holding onto the boy's jacket, I transform, instantly feeling lighter, stronger. Like I could do anything. But not this? Surely not something as drastic as this. I see the shock in his eyes deepen, going all the way as to send his pulse sky high. I can feel it through my glove, the way his heart's racing, sending the arteries in this neck throbbing like mad. When did I put my hands around his throat? I was holding him up by the jacket a moment ago…No you weren't… I can see it. Pure, unadulterated terror in the boy's eyes, making me laugh even more.

"Y-you-you're…" It stutters, coming to a halt as my fingers close a millimeter from crushing his windpipe. I smirk again Danny dont do this dont do this you need to stop it Do it. Now. and put a finger of my free hand over it's lips in the well-known 'shush' gesture.
"Yeah, that's right." My voice is barely above a whisper. "I'm Danny Phantom." I let my hand shut completely, reveling in the way that the air whooshes out of the shattered windpipe, the way the fight goes out of it, the way the light fades completely from the human's eyes. "And you picked the wrong day to fuck with me…"

I leave the bodyslumped on the ground, motionless, still, as dead as the human within me now. Danny… I shake my head, as if trying to dislodge a fly, and chuckle softly as I rise up above the school. Nobody will ever know. Who's going to miss it anyway?

A/N:
Wow. Psycho-Danny is fun to write. I have no idea where this came from, and I don't think I want to know! It was fun to write in his perspective for once, and I liked the idea of Danny's anger building to such a point that he'd be driven to such a drastic measure. Oh, and the size change in the font is intentional; if you read it right, it'll make a little more sense :)